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“then i wouldn’t have to scream your name
atop of every roof in the city of my heart.”
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florence, italy.
it was beautiful, but will felt extremely out of place.
he could imagine hannibal here, though. could see him grinning at people, his eyes sharp as he charmed them in italian.
hannibal knew far too many languages, will thought.
“so.. are you listening to me?”
abigail asked will, practically ripping him out of his thoughts. she laughed at his face.
“what? oh, yeah. yeah, sorry.”
he looked away from her.
“one more time?”
he turned back to her and smiled sheepishly, his face awkward.
“i said we walked past the church, will.”
she still had a grin on her face, he knew she was making fun of him. he nodded and followed as she led him in a direction they had already walked, reaching the church.
-
abigail sat in the church, tuning out the people conversing in italian around her. she had taken italian in school, but it was long gone from her mind now.
hannibal started teaching her italian in their free time when she stayed with him, but the lessons got cut short.
she felt a slight pang in her heart, knowing that she should have been here, comfortable and happily living with hannibal and will. she feels a twinge of anger at will for betraying hannibal, but she would never admit that. especially not to hannibal.
“abigail?”
abigail jumped, blinking out of her thoughts almost immediately.
“are you okay, abigail?”
will looked concerned, but she couldn’t focus on the fact that it was him. the expression of his face was just so… hannibal. will had evidently been.. embracing his darkness recently, a very drastic difference from the anxious, encephalitis stricken will she had met- the one that shot her father.
she quickly nodded, her eyes going blurry at the rapid speed she had used. it gave her an instant headache. she’s been having those a lot recently.
she thought about googling, “is encephalitis contagious?” on her phone, but she quickly realized how stupid that sounded.
“abigail?”
will’s voice was uneasy- she had taken too long to respond.
“yeah, i’m okay. just..”
she trailed off, her voice becoming weaker as she spoke.
“do you think he will be happy to see us? i mean..”
her lips are trembling, and her hands are, too.
“i know he is expecting you, but… i was supposed to die.”
she looks at will, trying to gauge his reaction.
he doesn’t quite have the reaction she expected, he just sighs and looks away from her.
“i think… he will be shocked.”
will scoffs at his own thoughts, and abigail just wants him to share.
“this is.. the one time we have the upper hand in a situation. he doesn’t know you lived.”